Wang Hua was stunned for a moment, overwhelmed by Wu Qiyue's cold and noble demeanor, swallowed secretly, and said to himself, "A flower is stuck on the cow dung."
He also breathed a sigh of relief.
You must know that this witch is moody, and no one dares to provoke her. Even You Ye, who is number one on the Qianlong list, gives in to her everywhere.
And the number one on the hidden dragon list...
Everyone looked up, and on another towering ancient tree, a man in a blue robe stood leaning against the tree with his arms crossed.
That pair of stern eyes kept staring at the circle of light on the square, and they didn't move for three days.
Yang Qingxuan stayed in Xutian Ancient Road for three days, the news spread quickly, and You Ye rushed over immediately.
For three days, he stood leaning against a tree, as if he had settled down.
Fu Zhuo also murmured in a low voice: "What's so interesting, it made all the teachers and students in the school nervous, so it's hanging inside."
Other students also agreed with this view. Many of them felt bored and left after watching it for a while.
On Wu Qiyue's always cold and clean face, a smile suddenly appeared, and she said to herself: "Well, you Yang Qingxuan, you have such a great opportunity. After this time, after the Xutian Ancient Dao, I'm afraid you can compete on the Qianlong list." Win or lose."
In those cyan eyes, what was reflected was a piece of yellow sand and a gloomy sky. The terrible golden thunder and lightning were like golden snakes, constantly falling from the void and smashing on Yang Qingxuan's body.
The whole process lasted for three days, and the thunder finally exhausted its energy and began to spread out in the air.
A beam of light shone through the clouds and fell on Yang Qingxuan's handsome face.
Afterwards, the clouds broke and the sky opened, and the layers of dark clouds cleared away, and the universe was restored.
The demon slayer in Yang Qingxuan's hand exuded a gradual brilliance, the blade was like autumn frost, and there was a faint layer of purple aura rising from the center of the eyebrows and the body of the sword.
"Is this purple soul light the unique color of a Junpin martial soul?"
Yang Qingxuan was extremely calm at the moment, anyone who was struck by lightning for three days would lose his temper.
He put the demon-slaying sword into the sword mound, and the purple light spread from the center of his eyebrows, covering his whole body at once.
The originally withered and yellow skin began to peel off layer by layer, as if it had been washed by divine water, and new skin was born.
Yang Qingxuan had a whole new look, his sharp face, under the light, had bright eyes and eyebrows, and his face was like Shunhua.
On the towering ancient tree, Wu Qiyue, who had been looking at her with a smile, suddenly changed her face, her cheeks turned red for no reason, her face was flushed, and even turned purple.
"Rogue! Dead rogue!"
She gritted her teeth inexplicably and cursed, with anger bursting out of her eyes.
In extreme shame and anger, he hastily closed his eyes and stopped looking.
The students on the other big trees were all confused, with puzzled looks on their faces, and they thought to themselves, "What's going on? Who played a trick on her? Who dares to play a trick on her?"
It turned out that in the Ancient Xutian Road, after Yang Qingxuan's withered and yellow skin faded off, it was still stuck to the new skin, which was very uncomfortable. Anyway, there was no one in the ancient area, so he simply took off his clothes and changed into a suit of clothes inside.
"Well, it's comfortable now."
Yang Qingxuan was very satisfied and full of energy. He never dreamed that he was all gone.
After changing his clothes, he sat cross-legged on the ground again, and started practicing Qingyang Martial Arts.
After three days and three nights of thunder bombardment, the aura of desolation in the vicinity was also swept away. At this moment, the aura of desolation slowly spread from the distant land.
With his previous experience, plus he is full of energy and strength now, it will not be a problem to support him for another seven or eight days.
At the moment, practice Qingyang Martial Arts with peace of mind.
"This is… !"
After Wu Qiyue closed her eyes for a while, she opened them again, her body trembled suddenly, her face was full of shock.
Behind Yang Qingxuan, a faint phantom of a green dragon emerged. The appearance of the dragon was indistinct, coiled into a circle, and there were a large number of obscure runes in it.
"That's, that's...!"
With Wu Qiyue's composure, she couldn't help exclaiming at this moment. Countless runes gathered in her blue eyes, and the green light rose sharply.
Staring at the phantom of the green dragon, he worked hard to run his blue eyes, trying to see it clearly.
But no matter how hard he tried, the phantom was in a trance, and the runes flickered, and it was impossible to show them all.
After working hard for a while, Qingyan consumed too much real energy, and thin beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
"No, I still can't see clearly! It didn't manifest at all!"
Wu Qiyue worked hard for a while to maximize the power of Qingyan, but finally gave up.
But there was a wave of turmoil in his heart, his chest heaved violently, he had been looking for something for more than a year, and it turned out that the key was in the Qingyang Wujing.
If it wasn't for a coincidence that I met Yang Qingxuan and gave him the Qingyang Martial Arts to practice, I was able to see this picture of the Qinglong today due to various chances, I am afraid that I may not be able to find it in the Qingyang treasure scroll if I search for it all my life recorded things.
Wu Qiyue is also not an ordinary person. After a while of ups and downs in her heart, she slowly calmed down, regaining her previous cold and arrogant demeanor, and continued to watch Yang Qingxuan's cultivation in Xutian ancient road with blue eyes.
Time passed little by little, and finally came the seventh day.
In the square, except for a few people who secretly rejoiced and looked proud, the rest of the people looked sad.
Wang Qing twisted his beard and smiled, and exchanged glances with Zuo Ming, both of them were smiling and in a very good mood.
Qing Buli looked up at the sky, the scorching sun was noon, and sighed: "The time has come, seven days have passed, and Yang Qingxuan will never come back."
Lu Jiangpeng trembled all over, with a face full of unwillingness, he mourned: "King Wu, wait a little longer."
The rest of the elders were silent.
Qing Buli said: "You should understand that it's not that I don't want to wait longer, this is what was agreed before. The most important thing is that Yang Qingxuan's chances of surviving are basically zero. If he can come out, it's worth fighting for another seven days." , I am willing too. But can it? No, Yang Qingxuan, he is dead."
These words pierced Lu Jiangpeng's heart word by word, making his face pale, and his whole body aged by dozens of years.
Qing Buli said: "Everyone, prepare to withdraw!"
"Wait!"
Lu Jiangpeng shouted loudly: "It's just a loss of true energy. If you don't want to, just let me come alone! I'll keep this crack alive for one more day!"
Jiang Yi said in shock: "Lu Jiangpeng, are you crazy?!"
With a firm face, Lu Jiangpeng said in a concentrated voice: "I'm not crazy, I just want to take a gamble, just a gamble!"
Yi Kun said coldly: "You are not gambling, but willful and willful. This is not what an elder should do."
Lu Jiangpeng said angrily: "I'm going to be self-willed, what? I've lived most of my life, so can't I be self-willed for once? I'll just use all my true energy to bet this time!"
In a person's life, there will always be certain moments or certain things that make you persist persistently and persist at all costs!
(end of this chapter)